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Chapter 386 This is the Rolling Stones

"A 95% share ratio is not an 'unrejectable offer', Mr. Han."

“At least not for the Rolling Stones.”

After carefully listening to the world tour hosting conditions given by Han Yi on behalf of Han Live and the Saudi Entertainment General Authority, Mick Jagger, who had already sat in the booth, had an extra cup of bright yellow in his hand, which was flashing under the scorching sun. Golden cocktails.

He put his big mouth to the rim of the cup, took a sip, smacked his lips, and looked at Han Yi with a relaxed tone.

"Do you know the name of the cocktail in my hand, Yi?"

“Tequila Sunrise.”

Han Yi doesn't drink, but that doesn't mean he knows nothing about cocktail types. Even those who only know the United States through American TV series and Hollywood movies have heard of Tequila Sunrise. This cocktail is made with a small amount of Mexican tequila as the base, a large amount of fresh orange juice, and grenadine syrup. It is one of the most common cocktail categories in bars in Europe and the United States today.

Also Mick Jagger's favorite.

“Do you know the origin story of Tequila Sunrise?”

"I was born." Dr. Dre raised his hand.

"It's almost like not being born." Mick Jagger laughed twice, "You may have been able to remember some things, but I believe you have never come to see our US tour in 1969 - 72 years ago Our last trip to California was, oh my God, hell.”

"It sounds like a quite monumental cultural event." Han Yi turned his attention to the future CEO of Han Music Group.

“Our final performance on that California tour in 69 was a free concert at Altamont Speedway.”

"Our tour manager, Sam Cutler, had to come up with a solution as quickly as possible."

Mick Jagger stretched out his index finger and recounted this legendary anecdote under the gaze of Dr. Dre, Turki Al-Sheikh and Han Yi.

"Woo, yeah, I've heard of it." Dr. Dre clenched his fists, put them to his mouth, and let out a sigh.

"One meter?" Dr. Dre asked, raising his voice.

"You guys don't know what happened before that, oh, who am I kidding? You definitely don't know." Mick Jagger muttered vaguely, "You weren't even born at that time. Woolen cloth."

"It was one of the biggest music events in California in the 1960s. Santana, Jefferson Airplane, Nash and Neil Young, and of course, the Rolling Stones." Dr. Dre stretched out his hand and pointed at Mick Jar Geer, "Many people called it the Western version of Woodstock. My dad almost drove to Northern California to attend. He was a well-known black hippie in our community at the time."

"Yes, we originally planned to place the stage on the top of the hill in the northwest of the track, but in the end, because the preparation time was too rushed, it could only be placed at the bottom of the slope. Therefore, we need a large number of security personnel to protect the stage Security. No insurance company in their right mind would accept an offer from a rock and roll event in the sixties, and neither would a security company, especially one that was taking place a day later.”

“It’s all about me.”

"It was June 1972, 6. There were only two days left before the tour of our new album "Exile on Main Street". The band was preparing to go all the way south from San Francisco to San Diego for a week of performances."

"So, we really didn't discuss the project thoroughly and just launched it in a hurry. We couldn't mobilize enough mobile toilets and medical facilities in one day, and even the stage was only one meter high."

"Yes, in hindsight, we should never have agreed to go on that stage." Mick Jagger curled his lips, "But at that time we didn't care that much at all, because the Rolling Stones in the 69s were just a band. Helping young hippies in their twenties who relied on LSD to stay alive. More importantly, many people criticized us at the time, saying that the ticket prices for our tour were too high and that we had transformed from rock musicians. In order to respond to this criticism, we must stand on the stage of Altamont and fight back with a free concert.”

"Yes, the concert was supposed to take place in Golden Gate Park, but hippies from Haight-Ashbury were never friends with the government and the police, so Spencer Dryden of Jefferson Airplane The concert had to be temporarily moved to Dick Carter’s Altamont Speedway on December 12, and the Altamont Speedway was only confirmed as the venue on December 6.”

"I don't know." Han Yi moved his gaze from the glass in front of him to Mick Jagger's face, "But I think it has something to do with you."

"I was born in 1965." Dr. Dre responded, "I just turned four years old in 69."

"Ya Raby," Turki Al-Sheikh muttered in Arabic, "I already know how it will end."

"Why do you say that?"

"Really?" Mick Jagger was a little surprised, "1969?"

"And the solution he came up with was to invite the Hell's Angels to be responsible for ensuring the security of the event."

"You mean those..." Han Yi hesitated, "those motorcycle gangs we often see on the highway?"

"That's them." Mick Jagger shrugged. "It sounds crazy, but actually, throughout the sixties, basically all the rock and roll shows on the West Coast were secured by the Hells Angels. People. Afraid of them, they also liked rock music, and alcohol, and LSD... Jefferson Airplane and the Grateful Dead, both of which had played with the Hells Angels without any problems. So, we decided, trust Sam, Trust the Hells Angels and let them help us maintain public order."

"And it's gone wrong."

"It's gone straight to hell." Mick Jagger sighed, "Santana's opening performance was okay, but under the influence of alcohol and drugs, everyone became more and more agitated and violent, especially Members of the Hells Angels were armed with guns and pool cues, drinking a lot of beer and taking countless low-quality LSD..."

"As security guards, they drink alcohol and take medicine?" Han Yi's psychological activities at this moment can only be summarized by the Chinese idiom "astonishing".

"That was the 100s." The answer Mick gave sounded ridiculous, but it was indeed the truth. "The reward Sam offered them was 500 cases of beer worth a total of $, and that was it. Of course. , it wasn't just the Hells Angels who got drunk, the audience also became more hostile and unpredictable under the influence of alcohol and drugs, and Denise Jewkes, the lead singer of The Ace of Cups, was even thrown out of the crowd. Hit with a bottle on the head, fractured skull - Rolling Stone ended up paying all her medical bills."

"The situation took a turn for the worse when some fans pushed down the Hells Angels' motorcycles. During the set of Jefferson Airplane, their lead singer Marty Balin tried to solve the problem by jumping off the stage, but was completely killed. A certain Hell's Angel who had lost his ability to judge punched him down and knocked him to the ground."

"God."

"God can't improve the situation. After the Grateful Dead heard that Marty Balin was attacked, they refused to go on stage and left the scene directly. As the finale guests of the day, we had no choice but to go on stage. It was during our performance , the Hells Angels' violence against spectators suddenly escalated, leading to..."

"A young black man, Meredith Hunter, was stabbed and kicked to death." Knowing that he was the key factor in Mick Jagger's hesitation, Dr. Dre poured the beer Put the bottle down and help Mick finish the story.

"I'm sorry." Mick Jagger clasped his hands on his knees. "I tried to control the situation, but no one listened to me at the time."

"I know, it's not your fault, Mick." Dr. Dre breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, "Although I was not there at the time, I have watched the documentary about this matter. You have done what you can. Everything. And...if I remember correctly, Meredith was pretty angry about getting punched a few times by the Hells Angels and was ready to pull out a gun and hurt people on stage."

"He did pull out a gun, but ... we'll never know what he was trying to do."

A white man and a black man discussed the death of another black man in the 1960s. The topic and the atmosphere were so subtle and complicated that the four of them fell into a long-term quarrel. A moment of silence.

Han Yi lowered his head and looked at the lines on his palm, without any reaction on the surface. But he knew very well that the conversation just now, which was almost equivalent to a statement, was actually the first confrontation between Dr. Dre and Mick Jagger, two legends of different ethnicities.

There is no life-or-death struggle, but you still stand out. This is related to whether the subsequent conversation can proceed normally, and who can take the upper hand on the final cooperation issue.

This is an invisible conflict that can only be glimpsed by being immersed in the British and American social environment for many years.

"Okay, my synopsis is a little too long."

Tens of seconds later, Mick Jagger took the initiative to bring the topic onto the right track.

"This tragedy, like a nightmare, has haunted us for many years, and even now it has not been completely driven away. For a long time, we refused to even discuss returning to California to perform. After three years, we finally Making the decision to get back out there, face our fears, and work through them. To help ease our nerves, the tour's producer, Bill Graham, prepared a show for us before the first show in San Francisco. Private dinner.”

"He made a reservation at the Trident Restaurant in Sausalito, a cozy and sophisticated cabin overlooking the Bay Area. Bill thought the fresh and delicious sashimi would help us relax, but everyone who knew the Rolling Stones knew that , if we want to relax, we can only rely on alcohol.”

"So, not long into the dinner, I walked up to the bar and asked this young bartender named Bobby Lozov to make me a margarita."

"Bobby looked nervous and stammered, 'No problem, Mr. Jagger, of course I can help you make a margarita, but, you know what? Trident supplies more tequila than More than any bar north of the border.'"

"'So you want me to try tequila.' I asked him, 'But I don't really like tequila, Bobby.'"

"'You're going to like our tequila.' For someone who has worked at the bar all year round, Bobby seemed extremely introverted. He was only confident when talking about cocktails, 'A few of our guys here, get together. We did a lot of experiments together.'"

"'You mean, here's the only tequila cocktail in the world, that you invented.'"

"'Invented at the Biltmore Hotel in Arizona,' he said, 'but it was us who polished it to perfection... No one had made a tequila cocktail like this since the 1930s.'"

"I thought, fuck it, since he's bragging to this extent, let's give it a try. I raised my hand and motioned for Bobby to start mixing the wine, and then I watched the whole process of making it attentively - it was like a modified glass of wine. Singapore Sling. He took out an ordinary glass without any pattern and poured a small cup of grenadine, a cup of sweet and sour juice, a cup of tequila, and an appropriate amount of soda water. And lots and lots of orange juice.”

“Oh man, that was a work of art. The grenadine sinking to the bottom of the glass was a unique red-orange gradient, like the tropical scene spray-painted on the side of the surfer van. I took a sip and was instantly hooked. Falling in love with the taste... I raised my head, pointed at the glass, and asked eagerly, 'What is this called?'"

"'What it looks like is what it's called.' Seeing my reaction, Bobby smiled broadly, like a great magician who had successfully completed his act, and whispered the cocktail's exclusive name to end the show. "

"'Tequila Sunrise.'"

"'Tequila Sunrise, I love it.' I turned around and pointed at the other members of the table, 'Please give everyone a round.'"

"And then, they started sucking them up. Round after round, round after round, until the sun came up, the party was over, and the anxiety of returning to the Bay Area was completely gone from our minds. Before leaving, I The tour manager got the recipe from Bobby and added it to our official rider, two bottles of José Cuervo, a gallon of orange juice and a bottle of grenadine, all of which had to be delivered before each show. to our locker room so we could make our own Tequila Sunrise.”

"After this, the media quickly picked up on our obsession with this new cocktail. The Washington Post, the Detroit Free Press, the Tucson Daily Citizen...without a Tequila Sunrise in hand, I We wouldn't even accept interviews from them. Rock stars were... the trendsetters of that era, and reporters were crazy about covering every detail of our tour life. I remember they said at the time, the best way to describe the Rolling Stones' lifestyle was. Just smoking Macanudo cigars and drinking Tequila Sunrise. In our opinion, that tour can actually be called a 'cocaine and tequila sunrise tour'."

"When we returned to the United States in 1973 to resume the tour, we discovered that all the fans were drinking Tequila Sunrise. The Eagles even wrote a song specifically for their Desperado album called " "Tequila Sunrise", it became the most popular cocktail in the United States that year, and then the craze spread all the way to Europe and Asia, and was accepted and loved by all bar players around the world."

"Then……"

After a long speech, Mick Jagger, who had a dry throat, took a swig of Tequila Sunrise and smiled at the three of them and winked.

“It has become a classic style that every bartender must master today...you can’t go wrong with it.”

"What a fascinating story." Han Yi praised sincerely. Although he was not interested in the cocktail itself, the historical stories and changes of the times behind an alcoholic beverage made people born after the golden age pass. The younger generations are fascinated.

“It’s truly a fascinating story that I tell every time I meet someone new.”

Mick Jagger put the glass back on the table with a smile.

"And you know why I tell this story to every new friend?"

"Appreciate further details."

"Because this story, along with its hook, is a great way to demonstrate to everyone one of the attributes of the Rolling Stones—"

Mick Jagger raised his index finger and stopped smiling.

"We're not a regular, typical, mainstream rock band. We're the best of the best, the king of kings."

"Our average price per show was $10 million, yes, including Desert Trip. Some media said we made $7 million at that festival. Wrong. Maybe Neil Young Or maybe Bob Dylan would accept that low price, but the Rolling Stones definitely wouldn't."

"Every time we tour, we are the most profitable in the world. From 1963 to now, it has always been like this. Maybe someone can keep up with us in two or three years, but they can't span half a century and still be able to do it." Standing in a stadium with people or on a music festival stage with people as the finale guest.”

"We have never signed an exclusive agreement with any performance company. It is impossible for five years, impossible for three years, and even impossible for one year. We will only open the door and welcome those who stand on the lawn in front of our house. Hours and hours of production managers from Live Nation, AEG Live, Concert West, or wherever, we would listen to their offers quietly and then give them back one that made their brows sweat. number."

"You see, this is the Rolling Stones. For other musicians, the 95% share ratio is the pinnacle of their careers, but for us, it is just one of the prerequisites for us to open the project book. We may We don’t have as much money as you – we certainly don’t have as much money as you, Mr. Han, Mr. Al-Sheikh, and Mr. Yang. There is no doubt that you have richer resources and experience than us in terms of wealth accumulation. of."

"But there is no doubt that we also have 'fuck-you money', and we have enough confidence to accept any offer and reject any offer, so..."

Having said this, Mick Jagger spread his hands and tilted his head.

"If you want the Rolling Stones to leave our long-term touring partners and start the next world tour with you... you may need to show a 95% share ratio and sincerity beyond a -person stadium."

"So that's what it meant."

Han Yi sat up straight and looked like he suddenly realized something. Then, his eyes met the eyes of Dr. Dre and Turki Al-Sheikh in the air, and they both showed a meaningful smile.

"Mick...Mr. Jagger, you can rest assured. We know and respect the historical status of the Rolling Stones. Today we specially invite you to the Mad City Music Festival to discuss the next round of world tour. It’s a big project, so we are well prepared.”

"With a 95% share ratio, in addition to the -person stadium, we have also prepared a surprise gift for you that may make you feel happy and gratified."

"Mr. Jagger..."

"I wonder how much you know about music copyright and music copyright acquisition funds?"

(End of this chapter)